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psycho?”
“Yesterday you called me a creep and a stalker. Then today the morning has barely begun, and you call me a psycho. If I wasn’t so incredibly well-adjusted, my self-esteem would be shattered,” Zell said trying to look hurt.
“Just get in the car and cut the crap. I’ll follow you,” I sighed exasperated.
“By the way, you look lovely,” he whispered drawing close to me.
“Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls who crash into your car at 7:00 o’clock in the morning,” I replied as I turned away from him, climbed in my car, and slammed the door.
I followed Zell to the repair shop and waited while he went inside to talk to the owner of the shop. While he was inside, I took a closer look at his car. OMG, he was driving a Lamborghini. I didn’t know what one cost, but I knew it probably cost him more than my dad paid for our house. I really felt crappy now.
I was all apologies when Zell returned to the car. “I’m so sorry that I was rude to you yesterday. I’ve been really tired lately, and I guess I took it out on you. I’m rarely rude to anyone. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and I want to formally apologize.”
“No worries,” Zell said kindly and smiled at me.
“And I want to apologize about your car. I’m so sorry about wrecking it. I didn’t know you drove such an expensive car. Why do you drive such an expensive car anyway?” I asked abruptly getting personal.
“It was for sale,” he answered shrugging his shoulders.
“Are your parents rich?” I asked pursuing the question in my mind of how a high-school senior could afford a Lamborghini.
“Something like that. Annie, could you stop at the deli down from the school?” Zell asked changing the subject.
“Sure,” I said as I put my tank in reverse and slowly pulled out into traffic.
The deli in question was more of a self-service station with a snack bar inside. A few booths and tables filled an addition to the building. In the mornings, they served bagels, biscuits, muffins, coffee, and juice.
I let Zell out and remained in the car looking at my face in the rear-view mirror. I seemed to be getting dark circles around my eyes from my restless nights. He returned a few minutes later with a couple of homemade cinnamon rolls, two bottles of orange juice, and fifteen red roses.
“These are all the roses they had,” he apologized handing them to me. I knew that the store kept them in a vase by the register and charged about five dollars each for them.
“Why did you buy me roses?” I asked shocked.
“Take it as an apology for being in the wrong driveway at the wrong time,” he quipped handing me a bottle of juice and a cinnamon roll.
“But we’re on the way to school. They will die in the car during the day,” I moaned suddenly sad that Zell’s gift would be short-lived.
“We have plenty of time before school starts. Let’s run back by your house and put them in a vase,” he offered.
I looked at my cell phone. We still had forty-two minutes before the bell rang. Forty-two minutes would be plenty of time to make a quick trip back home and still get to school on time. I handed the roses back to Zell and put the car in reverse. When I pulled into our driveway, Dad was just backing out into the street. He stopped alongside my car and rolled down the window.
“Is something wrong?” he asked confused as to why I had come back home.
“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it tonight,” I explained.
“Ok, if you’re sure nothing is wrong,” he said concerned.
“Everything’s fine. I just need to run in the house a minute,” I assured him.
“Bye then,” he answered rolling up his window and pulling down the street.
I leaned over to retrieve the roses from Zell. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I ran for the house being careful not to jostle the roses. Inside, I rummaged through the cupboards looking for a vase. I had never received flowers from
“Yesterday you called me a creep and a stalker. Then today the morning has barely begun, and you call me a psycho. If I wasn’t so incredibly well-adjusted, my self-esteem would be shattered,” Zell said trying to look hurt.
“Just get in the car and cut the crap. I’ll follow you,” I sighed exasperated.
“By the way, you look lovely,” he whispered drawing close to me.
“Yeah, I bet you say that to all the girls who crash into your car at 7:00 o’clock in the morning,” I replied as I turned away from him, climbed in my car, and slammed the door.
I followed Zell to the repair shop and waited while he went inside to talk to the owner of the shop. While he was inside, I took a closer look at his car. OMG, he was driving a Lamborghini. I didn’t know what one cost, but I knew it probably cost him more than my dad paid for our house. I really felt crappy now.
I was all apologies when Zell returned to the car. “I’m so sorry that I was rude to you yesterday. I’ve been really tired lately, and I guess I took it out on you. I’m rarely rude to anyone. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, and I want to formally apologize.”
“No worries,” Zell said kindly and smiled at me.
“And I want to apologize about your car. I’m so sorry about wrecking it. I didn’t know you drove such an expensive car. Why do you drive such an expensive car anyway?” I asked abruptly getting personal.
“It was for sale,” he answered shrugging his shoulders.
“Are your parents rich?” I asked pursuing the question in my mind of how a high-school senior could afford a Lamborghini.
“Something like that. Annie, could you stop at the deli down from the school?” Zell asked changing the subject.
“Sure,” I said as I put my tank in reverse and slowly pulled out into traffic.
The deli in question was more of a self-service station with a snack bar inside. A few booths and tables filled an addition to the building. In the mornings, they served bagels, biscuits, muffins, coffee, and juice.
I let Zell out and remained in the car looking at my face in the rear-view mirror. I seemed to be getting dark circles around my eyes from my restless nights. He returned a few minutes later with a couple of homemade cinnamon rolls, two bottles of orange juice, and fifteen red roses.
“These are all the roses they had,” he apologized handing them to me. I knew that the store kept them in a vase by the register and charged about five dollars each for them.
“Why did you buy me roses?” I asked shocked.
“Take it as an apology for being in the wrong driveway at the wrong time,” he quipped handing me a bottle of juice and a cinnamon roll.
“But we’re on the way to school. They will die in the car during the day,” I moaned suddenly sad that Zell’s gift would be short-lived.
“We have plenty of time before school starts. Let’s run back by your house and put them in a vase,” he offered.
I looked at my cell phone. We still had forty-two minutes before the bell rang. Forty-two minutes would be plenty of time to make a quick trip back home and still get to school on time. I handed the roses back to Zell and put the car in reverse. When I pulled into our driveway, Dad was just backing out into the street. He stopped alongside my car and rolled down the window.
“Is something wrong?” he asked confused as to why I had come back home.
“No, nothing’s wrong. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it tonight,” I explained.
“Ok, if you’re sure nothing is wrong,” he said concerned.
“Everything’s fine. I just need to run in the house a minute,” I assured him.
“Bye then,” he answered rolling up his window and pulling down the street.
I leaned over to retrieve the roses from Zell. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
I ran for the house being careful not to jostle the roses. Inside, I rummaged through the cupboards looking for a vase. I had never received flowers from
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